Lyrics:
go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch
Familiar with that smack man
The music is like that
go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch
Familiar with that smack man
The music is like that
picture worth it
I'll be doubling my spot, no Louisiana Purchase
So declare that, with my hair back
You want a fair one, catch a fair smack
I hunt up
the greatness inside me (God help me)
Look Christ died so that man could be integrated (yeah)
Tell me why are these congregation so segregated
Black man in
the smack, and fentinal on the streets
We care a lot! About the fake news that lies to either side
we care a lot fuck your cancel cult
trying to ruin
in the can like a soda pop
Walk down the carpet they Dahmer the photo op
He can't be serious shit was a silly drop
She throw it back and I smack like I
glisten, chain drippin', lane shiftin'
Riding dirty dirty, got that thang, know I stay grippin'
Facin' life with it or without it bitch it's same
"Get on the bus", go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch?
Familiar with that smack man?
The music
the ladies that got dick on they mind
From the windy city down to the dirty south
Like Luda you know I beat that shit by the (word of mouf)
I sold 350
And I be lovin' all the ladies that got dick on they mind
From the windy city down to the dirty south
Like Luda you know I beat that shit by the (word
gone get her right
I drink her kid’s juice
Keep that dirty lil cup I don’t need no ice
I eat they fruit snacks
I mean shit it’s only right
Cause my phone
movin' belong to me
That component set was given to me
By a pimp buddy of mine disco d
He told me frisco e
This here gone be
The baddest pimp nigga
and my niggas, we livin a dream
Makin that dirty money turn clean
I complete the mission and then leave the scene
Scratch off in a str8 if I see the police
Ayo, turn those lights down while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all niggas get the fuck out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it
(B-Bitch!)
Get yo' dirty bitch away from me, bitch, back up (Back up)
Don't drop no bands on the floor, it get snatched up (Bands, bands)
Huh, I'm finna smack
And doze off like snores, but odds like that with these thoughts I have's
Like a giant getting squashed by ants
If this is the test of time, I'd pass with
is that?
The style of a mack, and ready to jack
I rendered up piles of black
The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack
I hate it when real nigga
Run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin'
Take a swing at the deacon
I used to tell cats that I sold weed and weight
I was
your love
Was a matter of fact
But I lost my pride
When I realized that
The smack in my bag
And my baseball bat
Was all you were after
Boys "you
blue and yellow purple pills
Dirty Dozen, eighty of us, Shady brothers, ladies love us
That's why our baby mothers love us but they hate each other
blue and yellow purple pills
Dirty Dozen, eighty of us, Shady brothers, ladies love us
That's why our baby mothers love us but they hate each other
The only way that i can make it
Do it by myself
Cause i only got myself
And nobody else
It's about time, i take some w's
Tired of taking l's
I had
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it
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